Beaded Handmade Life is as rootless as the dust on the road Beaded Handmade Series

There was indeed a period of time when I didn’t love money, and I didn’t think about various ways to make money. I just immersed myself in the world of poetry and books. Every spring, summer, autumn and winter, I would read "A Dream of Red Mansions" once, and the whole thing would be written. Poems, wrapped in dreams of the Tang and Song Dynasties, would be sad for the flowers falling, sad for the moon, heartbroken for parting, melancholy for reunion... Now I have to change myself, and my pure literary and artistic feelings have been Its very good to put it in a suitable place. I will use words in my spare time and enjoy this series of beaded handicrafts. I feel infinitely helpless, but also lucky that you are still here.